Because I am both a Lego freak and a Star Wars geek, I was quite excited to click over to Rebelscum.com the other day and come across images from the Lego’s dealers catalog of the 2005 Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith line.

Warning: spoilers for Revenge of the Sith are to be had!

I’m a bit of a beer snob.

First, let me tell you about the first time I got drunk.

It was two or three days before my 21st birthday. I’d had a sip or two of beer before (er, in the months preceeding my b-day), but I’d never really acquired a taste for the stuff before. A couple guys from work took me out for a beer after that closing shift - I think it was a bar named “Michael’s” in the King’s Contrivance village center in Columbia.

I sat next to my co-worker Mike at the bar. He ordered a Bass Ale for himself. “What do you want?” the barkeep asked me. “What he’s having,” I said.

I drank a tall frost glass of Bass. And with Mike, Mike’s wife Dawn, and another co-worker, Adam, we went bar hopping. At a bar in Wilde Lake, I was handed a shooter — Mike and Adam assured me they were both doing shots, too. I found out later they had coke in their glasses. I threw that shot back - and WOW. A few minutes later, in the bathroom, I observed to Adam, “Is the floor supposed to move like that?”

Since then - six years ago - I’ve been a snob for dark, British beers. Bass, Harp, y’know. Anyway, tomorrow night I’m having some co-workers over to watch “Shaun of the Dead.” I decided to do a beer run since I want to be a good host. I bought some Corona, and some Harp, and I bought a six-pack of BudIce since I know some of the younger drinkers like that crap.

Well, tonight, I got home, reached in the fridge, grabbed a bottle, popped the cap and chugged.

Hmmm, I thought. That doesn’t taste like Bass …

BUD ICE? I’m drinking BUD ICE?

I don’t know what shocks me more. That I’m drinking Bud Ice … or that I actually like it.

Intervesting!

Well, I mean, all the cool girls do.

So, your crush on the bass player from Vibrating Sandbox has finally died a whimpering death and you’re wondering where to go from here. All the sinister dudes are either dating a series of interchangeable high-school riot girls in baby doll dresses and an overdose of manic panic, or permanently shacked up with some bitter old lady who pays all the bills. Which will it be, a wifely prison or a humiliating one night stand? Into this void of potential mates comes a man you may not have considered before, a man of substance, quietude and stability, a cerebral creature with a culture all his own. In short, a geek.

Yes, and I look cute when chugging a bottle of wine.

:)